How much of me am I willing to reveal? How much do you want me to?

I dream of being titled  -  mornings spent meeting top people while dressed in a power suit.

I dream of a relaxed afternoon drinking mocha frap while chatting with my college buddies after an otherwise stressful morning spent on crunch time having meetings after meetings discussing highly-important corporate bullsh*t.

I dream of glam nights garbed in an elegant A-line skirt dancing the night away to Michael Buble’s tunes.

I dream of cozy weekends  -  sunny in the morning until the afternoon with drizzles in the early evening and instead of doing the dishes, I’m wrapped in the arms of the one I love and who loves me back, spending pregnant silence on the window seat, gazing at the Tagaytay skyline.

Five to ten years from now, this is how I dream my life will be…

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